Working hard and keeping others happy.

She said she wanted me to be her teacher the next year, 1992. I was her Chemistry teacher. I said “Good”. Great to be appreciated for your teaching.

I had tried to make their class interesting and relevant. We had been to the University of Western Australia for a talk on Chemistry aimed at keeping them interested in the area, and another talk was coming up at Murdoch University. The universities wanted to keep customers coming for their courses. A car load had been with me to the first one but they had to arrange their own transport to the second as my son was using the car; I was getting there in my milk truck. I’ll tell you more about having a milk truck later.

She wasn’t coming to Murdoch so it was a surprise when her mother showed up with her and her sister after I had got there and was gathering the group. Mum wanted me to drop them home. I said “OK” but I don’t think she knew I lived just around the corner from the Uni. She was probably thinking I lived at the apartment I had near her place.

About the apartment. I had bought it while my wife was still living with me. It was for me and my girlfriend. Girlfriend was thirty years younger than me. She was seventeen. I was forty seven. Bad teacher, you are thinking. But I just took her up on her invitation. And it was all legal. I had phoned the Education Department that I worked for three times to make sure. The result of it not being legal would have been jail and job loss. I was not that interested in bonking her. The start of the sex was an indication of that.

We were in my Ford Falcon going up Roe Street in Perth in 1989. On our way to the Art Gallery. She had kept coming back to school after finishing her exams and I was working eighty four hours a week and extremely deprived socially. I had asked my wife to do something about it. This was the third time that year that I had asked her. The other two times all she had done was get Dennis and his wife to come over for a coffee.

This time she was not interested in even making the phone call.

And there was Heather. She liked art. I knew this because she had been my most interested Physics student. And she was tall and slim. My wife was not short but she had taken to building up her physique to resemble a wine barrel. She was fat. Soon after this was the last time I had sex with her. Or attempted it anyway. I gave up. I kept thinking I was about to roll off.

So I asked Heather to come to the Art Gallery with me. I had been in the habit of occasional visits to see what purported to be art in this day and age. The old stuff I could see that the artist was an artist but the new stuff they were in the same mould as me as an artist, which was useless. That was why I took up photography.

Anyway Heather and I were driving up Roe Street. She seventeen, slim, tall, and did I mention, busty. In class she would get me to assist her with the occasional Physics problem. Now this was a problem because when her breasts touched my arm as they tended to do my manhood would respond like the gold leaf on a charged electroscope. Suddenly erect. This was not normally a problem as I could wait until it subsided before I went to help another student but one day it was ramrod straight when the end of period bell went. Damn. “Go down”.”Go down”.

The class left while I was still bent over being helpful.

I had thought all of these excitements were accidental. I was about to find they weren’t. We were about half way along Roe Street and I was still a bit confused because I did not get to the city very often and had been unable to head towards the Art Gallery because of “No Turn” signs until I was well down Wellington Street. But here I was half way up Roe Street when Heather said to me “I want you”.

Your imagination is immediately having me give up the art and head towards a hotel. Well we were going to the Radison at Scarborough Beach for lunch after the art but that was to fill her with food, not baby making material.

We continued on to the art. When you work eighty four hours a week not only are you socially deprived you are worn out by the end of the week. And this was Saturday.

Anyway we saw art. No doubt after the previous expression there was more hand touching that you would normally see but I have no recollection of acts or art. I just know that we did get through the art and get to the beach. I wanted to have a nice meal looking out over the ocean.

We parked at the hotel and then she decided she wasn’t hungry. I settled for a pie from a shop across the road from the hotel. Then I had to convince her I was not gay so I said we would go down to the house her parents had at Rockingham and get started on satisfying her. A chap was working on the roof so that was the end of that. Instead I took her back to Serpentine and went home. Obviously an appointment had been made for the next Saturday.

Where to go. A hotel is rather public for a forty seven year old to walk into with a seventeen year old. This was 1989. Google was not around to help. Eventually I found an apartment building in Wembley I could rent an apartment for the day. So all organised we got into bed for the big event only to find that she was tight as you know what and my manhood could make no entry. That was no big deal. We lay in the bed and talked. Six hours later after a really good time we got dressed and departed. As you may tell I was a bit unsophisticated when it came to sex. Actually I had been a virgin until I was twenty three and a cousin began to help my sex life by inviting me to her wedding and making me the MC and partner to a bridesmaid who was in need of a male and we bonked for several months until she found a closer pleasure source. I was eighty miles south of Perth so weekends were the only time she saw me.

My cousin then got another friend to keep me happy for a while until she decided to take off overseas to get further from her husband who was over east.

Anyway come the third Saturday we managed to get it in and consummated the relationship.

Saturdays and sex continued over summer including when she visited Curtin University about her enrolment there. I left the car in a parking lot and wandered around until she was finished and then went back to the car. We had not been a continuous act until then as a male from up around New Norcia convinced her to go out with him. He obviously had been to a boys only school because he assumed taking her to an orgy would be the way to start a relationship. She did not hang around to satisfy him and kept phoning my home number for a lift home. I was out on the milkround so one of my family took the calls. That is either my wife or one of the three children. When I did get home she had obviously got transport by then as the calls stopped but the questions started. Who was this wanting to get hold of Maxwell?

Soon after the questions increased as she left some of her items in the glove box of the car. My wife drove the car sometimes and found them and wanted to know what was going on. Waffle was the result but sometime soon something was going to hit the fan.

As a teacher I had a long holiday over summer and then when school started again I was in a new school. It was closer to my home and also to the depot I got my milk from. I had anticipated going straight out on the milkround from school on the three school days I did the round but that did not happen and I always went home first. The milkround consisted of me driving and telling two runners what to take to the different customers. I collected them after filling up the truck with milk unless they were my kids or others closer to home. One of the reasons for buying the round was to provide the kids with a job so they could earn pocket money. Also when I was a kid the radio had a play each Sunday night and the theme of the producers was “The family that Prays together Stays together”. My interpretation of that was “The family that works together stays together”. Not when you have a wife like I had.

Deliveries in the afternoon were on Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. The two remaining days were the opportunity for Heather to get herself bonked after her classes and my school day. Normally this happened in the forest on the way to Serpentine. In those days Serpentine was definitely in the country with the Jarrah forest on the Darling Ranges. We found a road into it which was not frequented by other vehicles and if it was fine weather we got out of the car and I satisfied her on the ground or if it was raining we managed to enjoy ourselves on the back seat of the car. Only on one occasion did another vehicle come along the road and we had to wait until it disappeared before bonking.

By this stage my family knew what was going on but my previous experience of having no social life unfortunately caused me to disregard their feelings. The situation obviously had me by the balls literally. Forty seven with a seventeen year old sex mate. The thing of dreams for all heterosexual males. Actually by now we had both advanced one year.

This was 1990. I was in a school with a Principal who was a bit of a nutter. It was fine if you brownnosed and did what he thought was what should be done but have your own ideas which were not his and you had a problem. Him. The staff were scared of him and unfortunately the Education Department though he was a fine example of a Principal.

In those days the schools ran a gifted and talented class for students who came into that category. I had taught such a group twenty years before and had a problem with two of the students because I would tell the class what we would get through during the period and then proceed with my presentation before asking them to work on the examples in their book. These two would have already done the work that was to be completed in the class time and wanted something more. This situation carried on for the whole year. So I knew what such students were capable of.

Unfortunately I had what was supposed to be such a class in my new school. The students should have been selected after adequate testing to determine that they deserved to be in such a group. Why it was unfortunate was that they did not have to submit to testing but just express the desire to be so classified.

You may remember the drink that was around some years ago called Claytons. This was what you drank as an alternative to beer when you did not want any alcohol.

It was the drink you were having when you were not having a drink.

These students were the gifted students you were having when you were not having gifted students.

For someone who was used to gifted students being gifted this produced some problems.

I also may have produced a problem when Heather wanted picking up from University to come and do some work on the computer at the school. It turned out that she was particularly horny. When the other teachers had gone home the floor of the preparation area was the scene for a noisy mating until I had filled her with my juices. I had disregarded the possible presence of the cleaners in the science rooms which came off the preparation area in my desire to keep both of us happy. If the Principal had been told he never mentioned it but it may have been another reason for persecuting his Head of Physical Science.

Once getting off in the school was enough and the next time she needed serious satisfaction we went down to the beach at Coogee where they now build boats and in the sandhills we enjoyed each other.

It amazes me that I was carrying on like this with my family knowing full well what was going on. I would get home after each encounter and disregard the hostile expression on my wife’s face. You have to remember that she rejected me the previous year when I really needed help because of my work commitment. Actually in 1990 my workload had reduced to two afternoons a week because my eldest son did the round on two days. In 1989 he had a separate smaller round he did with a friend.

The morning round delivering to the few shops that I had I did myself by getting up at 5.30 each morning except Sunday and picking up the order they had made the previous day and taking it to them.

Other aspects to the milkround apart from providing the children with a job were to make money and to eventually get big enough so I could give up teaching. I had studied metallurgy, began a Masters in Medical Science, had a farm, begun the purchase of an apartment building over the road from the beach at Redcliffe in Queensland, all in order to quit teaching but I was still doing it and the prospect was that I would gain enough shops so I could make a satisfactory living from delivering milk.

All that was going to be destroyed by the Government of Western Australia in a few years if I was still teaching but my life as a teacher was soon to be destroyed by a lying student.

The building up of a milk business was contingent upon my having income from teaching to purchase extra rounds although subsequent to having teaching taken from me I had an alternative method of achieving my goal but that was stifled by a milk company as I will describe later.